Suddenly, a loud crash interrupted the bizarre ramblings of the group. Bethany, still reeling from the strange events of the night, turned to see a figure standing in the doorway. The figure was none other than Connor, looking stern and serious. What in the world is going on here? he demanded, his voice cutting through the chaos. As the group fell silent, Bethany could see a flicker of concern in Connor's eyes. We need to talk, he said, his tone grave. And with that, the night took yet...